Xun Lang, who was sitting opposite, suddenly made a sound, which startled Tang Yili.
She raised her head guiltily, thinking that what she was thinking was being eavesdropped on.
But Xun Lang asked calmly.
"Why don't you eat?"
Only then did Tang Yili realize that the Coca-Cola fried chicken in front of her had not been touched.
Tang Yili forced a smile: This is a carbohydrate bomb. She doesn't like to eat it. Besides, she has already had lunch, how can she still swallow it?
"me……"
Tang Yili hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his mind felt blessed and he thought of some possibility.
She looked up, trying to find some possibility on Xun Lang's dinner plate——
Maybe, probably, it seems that he is greedy for meat?
Looking at the dishes with clear soup and little water, Tang Yili pushed forward his portion.
"Do you... want to eat?"
Xun Lang looked at her strangely for a long time before saying, "I've finished eating, so I'm asking you if you want to go."
"Oh." Tang Yili suddenly understood, pulled the plate back, and stood up with Xun Lang.
Breaking through the crowd, Xun Lang walked out with his dinner plate, while Tang Yili also held his own and hurriedly followed.
…
Dinner plates are recycled by yourself. The leftovers are poured into the recycling port and then handed over to the staff. Xun Lang quickly handed over the empty plate. He stood at the door and watched Tang Yili pour out the entire food.
walk out.
Xun Lang's expression showed disapproval.
Tang Yili immediately realized that she disliked her for wasting food. In order to express her class determination to stand with the working people, Tang Yili hurriedly said.
"It's a bit wasteful. I won't do it next time."
Xun Lang looked at Tang Yili and frowned for a long time.
Although I don’t have much contact with her, from my own observation, Tang Yili is a model of being sincere and unyielding, and her words are absolutely unacceptable.
But today, I feel a little inexplicably... meek.
She poured her food, Xun Lang didn't want to comment, and Tang Yili actually started to reflect on herself.
"What's the matter with you?" Xun Lang asked.
Tang Yili hesitated, fearing that the discovery of his secret would hurt Xun Lang's self-esteem.
So, she quickly said: "Yes, I have something to do, I..."
Her mind was racing, "I want to ask you for your phone number."
Who said it yesterday - I would never take the initiative to ask a man for his phone number - I turned around and was slapped in the face.
Tang Yili couldn't care so much anymore, so he simply lost face and took out his mobile phone.
"I want...to get your phone number." She pursed her lips, "This time, you won't think I'm boring."
The pink lips had lost part of their luster, but it made the delicately made-up face look unexpectedly fresh.
Tang Yili raised his face and kept looking at Xun Lang.
Under the blazing sunshine, Xun Lang's eyebrows were deep and he was born with a strong sense of alienation.
So cold.
Tang Yili thought he was going to be defeated.
But this time Xun Lang did not refuse the person thousands of miles away, but directly took out his mobile phone.
Not only did they exchange mobile phone numbers, they also added WeChat messages. After the operation was completed, the two said goodbye at the door of the cafeteria.
Tang Yili walked to the dormitory area, and she secretly laughed as she walked.
Today was a fruitful day. Not only did I get Xun Lang’s phone number, I also found out his weakness—poverty.
Although this world advocates equality for all living beings, money and power can always run rampant, otherwise there would be so many people who would follow the example.
Therefore, in a sense, the poor are a vulnerable group, and poverty naturally becomes a weakness.
Some people say that money is an external thing, and they are open-minded, but in fact, it is just that life is bitter and difficult to talk about, so they can only beautify themselves.
Tang Yili firmly believes that once she activates her ability to send warmth, care, and cure the male god's weaknesses, that's when she will get the male god.
When the time comes, she will bring Mr. Xunlang to Li Jiaoyang and ask him to see that he is not the only one who can throw money at people, but he can also do it himself.
The cuckold Miss Tang gave him was bigger and brighter!
…
Tang Yili's leaving figure was swaying and cheerful, and Xun Lang kept watching her disappear around the corner of the road.
If Xun Lang was wary of Tang Yili before because of his brother's wife, then after last night's trouble with Tang Yili, he suddenly understood why Li Jiaoyang clung to her and refused to let go.
Beneath the cold exterior, Tang Yili is actually hairy on the inside.
Like a nonsensical little beast, but she herself feels like a majestic lion.
This is probably what is called "cute".
Xun Lang raised the corners of his lips slightly, retracted his gaze, and raised his wrist to look at his watch.
He was waiting for someone at the entrance of the cafeteria. Cheng Zhun and Zhao Jiateng arrived late.
The two of them looked like they had just eaten and looked satisfied.
Across the distance, Zhao Jiateng was already holding the meal card in both hands, "I'm sorry! Senior brother, I took the wrong meal card."
Xun Lang checked his pocket, took out another meal card, and exchanged it with Zhao Jiateng.
Cheng Zhun smiled: "How many times have you taken the wrong meal card this month? I think you did it on purpose. When you wanted to eat well, you secretly changed the meal card for senior brother."
Zhao Jiateng counterattacked: "If it weren't for Senior Brother's card, you would still be eating salmon, and you'd be damned!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, knowing that Xun Lang never cared about this, and the three of them walked side by side to the gymnasium.
Everyone chatted along the way.
There will be two relatively big games in the next six months, one is the National Games and the other is the Asian Games. The former is a warm-up and the latter is the highlight.
A new training plan has been released. Xun Lang still focuses on butterfly swimming and freestyle as a side event. Cheng Zhun and Zhao Jiateng still need to go through internal selection before they can decide whether to participate in the National Games.
Naturally, the Asian Games has no chance for them.
The two also wanted to discuss the competition experience with Xun Lang——
"Hey!" Zhao Jiateng suddenly remembered something and asked Xun Lang: "I only have eight yuan left in my card. Senior brother, what did you eat for lunch?"
"Student aid window." Xun Lang replied calmly.
…
Tang Yili is in a good mood recently.
Her relationship with Xun Lang seemed to have improved. Sometimes they would text on WeChat, and Tang Yili took the initiative, asking nothing more than whether they had eaten or slept.
Xun Lang replied every time, but sometimes the interval was a bit long. Several times it was the next morning before he said a little apologetically that he went to bed early last night and didn't see it.
He should be an early to bed and early to rise person.
This is Tang Yili's second discovery.
She was secretly happy about this for a while.
This weekend, Tang Yili also woke up very early for the first time, and she sent another message to Xun Lang.
【Do you want to go out and play? Hiking or playing ball, you can do it.】
This was the first time she had an appointment with Xun Lang, and she was cautiously trying to cater to an athlete's preferences.
Xun Lang replied quickly. Tang Yili's ponytail was only halfway done. She bit the rubber band, quickened her movements, braided it to the end three times and tied it tightly.
Tang Yili looked at her phone. Her mood, which had been good just now, suddenly dropped.
Xun Lang: [I have something to do today, so I won’t go.]